Fire's rage down in the north Hell is here, what a source Man lost his little machine hair and bone and maybelline Then you go for your one shot to where you are
Bad vibes, from love's underside it made her bleed he'll confide beavers are hard to come by eyes are closed and hands are tied Then you go for your one shot to where you are
Oh what you need, so guaranteed Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Loves comes like a Kennedy curse The victim whom is well rehearsed You paint over any mistake but you cant remove the original thing then you go for your one shot to where you are, where you are
Oh what you need, so guaranteed Oh what you need, so guaranteed
Oh what you need, so guaranteed Oh what you need, so guaranteed Oh what you need, so guaranteed Oh what you need, so guaranteed oh, oh, oh... so guaranteed